Panic and Hope Collide
The room erupted in chaos. The funeral director froze, others gasped, and someone fainted. Ethan tore off his jacket and screamed for help.
“Call the hospital! Call the police—anyone!” he shouted, his trembling hands hovering over Grace’s stomach. “Please, help my wife!”
Within minutes, an ambulance arrived. Doctors and paramedics rushed in. They carefully checked Grace, shining a light into her eyes, pressing their stethoscopes against her chest.
“She has no pulse,” one murmured. “But the baby—wait—the baby’s heart rate is there! It’s faint but steady!”
Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You can save her, right? Please! Please, save my daughter!”
The paramedics nodded. “We’ll do everything we can.”
They rushed Grace’s body into the ambulance, sirens wailing through the streets as Ethan followed in his car, praying harder than he ever had in his life.
